Sunday driver

Aww...yeah
His left elbow, is hanging out the window
his left finger, is sterring the wheel
his right arm is, wrapped around his sweetheart
and it's paradise inside his love mobile
well i am stuck here, right behind him
i'm held hostage by the double yellow line
the sign says 55, he's going 30
and it's clear to me that he has no concern for time
He's a sunday, a sunday driver
he don't want to get his baby home too soon
he's a sunday, a sunday driver
in the middle of my thursday afternoon
Oh i will not, blink my headlights
oh no i will not honk my horn
cause i know, i know just what he's feeling
cause i've been in that sweet, driver's seet before
He's a sunday, a sunday driver
he don't want to get his baby home too soon
he's a sunday, a sunday driver
in the middle of my thursday afternoon
There is a growing line of angry cars behind us
it's the center fear of mental and single file
i will not interupt his romance
well, i'll be his gardian angel for a while

He's a sunday, a sunday driver
he don't want to get his baby home too soon
he's a sunday, a sunday driver
in the middle of my thursday afternoon
Yeah in the middle of my thursday afternoon